Tears fall on torn pages.
It's so hard to say my feelings.
So I write them down
in notebook pages.
Some you'll never see.
Some you probably will.
It depends on its purpose;
to say something or to express inner thoughts.
I feel like I'm tearing
or I'm slowly ripping apart.
Torn between too many things
and making too many decisions.
It's all adding up
to some climactic event
where I finally explode
and my thoughts seep through.
How much longer
can I hold it all in?
I can only spill so many tears
until I start spilling words.